A pen and a man's guitar
never got a man so far.
Someone's gotta make the world run
and burn some dreams away
that 5am man.
Just like how it starts to rain
the running water circles the drain
and you stop and take a look
he's a lot like you.
Early to rise
he sees the skies
that pale morning blue
who knew the birds could sing
about the day ahead, and what it could bring
that 5am man.
He lies awake for his own sake
and hopes for what could come tomorrow
the work we find,
it shapes our mind
and fills our pockets with what we still need to borrow.
That 5am man
he sees the needs
tries to find
that 4pm girl
who'll give him the time
that 5am man.
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
A pen and a man's guitar
never got a man so far.
Someone's gotta make the world run
and burn some dreams away
that 5am man.
Just like how it starts to rain
the running water circles the drain
and you stop and take a look
he's a lot like you.
Early to rise
he sees the skies
that pale morning blue
who knew the birds could sing
about the day ahead, and what it could bring
that 5am man.
He lies awake for his own sake
and hopes for what could come tomorrow
the work we find,
it shapes our mind
and fills our pockets with what we still need to borrow.
That 5am man
he sees the needs
tries to find
that 4pm girl
who'll give him the time
that 5am man.
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